I'm exhausted. My friend Clare was also exhausted the other day. We decided we needed a full staff to help us. Suddenly Clare popped out with, "I need minions. Where are my minions, dammit?"
I have decided that second part needs to go on a t-shirt (perhaps with a subtitute for "dammit").
At this point in time I'd settle for minion, singular.
Favorite Morrissey song at the moment says:
With the world's fate resting on your shoulder
You're gonna need someone on your side
You can't do it by yourself any longer
You're gonna need someone on your side
Someone kindly told me that you'd wasted
Eight of nine lives
Oh, give yourself a break before you break down
You're gonna need someone on your side
And here I am!
And here I am!
Well, you don't need to look so pleased
Day or night, there is no difference
You're gonna need someone on your side
Day or night, there is no difference
You're gonna need someone soon
And here I am!
And here I am!
Well, you don't need to look so pleased!
All I can say is that person better show up soon because I am barely hanging on. Oh, and here's an anecdote: My exhusband decided to tell me how he's praying for me, because he feels so bad for me. I told him, "OK, if you're praying, pray God would bring a man to be a REAL father and husband to this family."
Cold? perhaps. True? definitely.
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